Me.

I needed a profile picture for Facebook. So I drew one. I promise I don't really look like Betty Rubble.

A is for ant.

Experimenting with type today ... I love type, but I love hand-rendered type a lot too. This is my version.

Flowers.

All of a sudden, I'm swamped. And it's pouring outside. I wanted to draw yesterday's chicken with its head in the sand, but I've decided on this little placeholder instead. Let's pretend it's acting like summer outside, I have time to do all the things on my List and someone's already figured out what to cook for dinner tonight.

Chicken Legs.

Ever been in a spot where you and your chicken legs aren't sure whether the flood's rising or receding? It's a glass-half-full-or-glass-empty kind of feeling, only you get a bit wetter.

Flip flops.

School's almost out and my kids are counting the sleeps til flip flops are their everyday shoes. The sleeping bags and marshmallows are waiting ...

Sew?

I'm thinking about the quilt I'm going to make with all of the cool fabric I have. And about the guy who thinks it's OK that I get to draw all day while he does the hard work.

Yum.

It's Friday. Live a little!

Ralph and Newman.

These two are Newman and Ralph. They are our old cats. Newman is quiet and affectionate. Let's just say that Ralph has made the most of a lifetime of eating.

One a day.

This is what I had for lunch today. I never get tired of apples. I wonder if eating chocolate with them makes the chocolate good for you too?

Found stuff.

These are some of the 45,732 things that I vacuumed around this afternoon. These four didn't make it up the nozzle.

Ruby waiting.

Today Ruby waits for Jane. Tomorrow morning, Jane will pop out of bed, where she's been waiting all week for Ruby.

Treats after soccer.

There's always one seven year old budding neurosurgeon who just doesn't get how popsicles are supposed to be eaten, isn't there?

Our Hero is out.

My little guy is taking a day off from flying and saving the world to have his kindergarten graduation photos taken. He shaved.

Paints.

I can't wait to get up to our cottage and crack open my new tubes of paint. Let's just say it's been a while.

Popsicle.

We all feel like these today, and, sadly, not in the craving sense.